Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
Hiding In My Room, Like It’s My Own Corner
There I Dream, Feel And Drift Into Myself
Through It All I Feel You Against My Skin
Like The Voices That I Hear Seeping Into My Brain
No Matter Where I Go, I Never Escape
I Will Feel All Your Pain And All Your Happiness
Its Like A Poison That Will Never Heal
I Wonder Why You’re Always With Me
Although I Try Numbing Your Pain
Even If I Run In The Hope To Not Feel Anything
No Matter What Happens I Will Always Feel You
I Will Need You Always
Have you ever felt that connection with someone where you feel like they are always with you. I admit this was inspired by the song Always by The Butterfly Effect and it has some similar words
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
Existence Seems Like It Just Drifts By
Understanding That I’m Not Making A Difference
Dreaming That Everything I Do Will Be Fulfilling
On Tenterhooks Of Leave My Mark On This World
Motivating Someone Life Making Them Struggle On
Sensing That Special Connection
Construction Character And Memories Of Ecstasy
Succeeding In The Career Choices
Viewing The Perfection Of Life You Have Made
Starting At Step One?
This poem, i’m not very happy with but its not as dark and gloomy as everything else, so i thought i would prove that i’m not all depressing. Its a poem about sitting here and watching the world pass me by and wanting to make a difference to my life
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
As I Lie Here In Bed
Staring Into The Darkness
Things Start To Become Clear
Like Images Projected On My Ceiling
I See My Past, I Imagine My Future
Feels Like A Coldness Creeping Over Me
It Seems Like Nothing By An Unsolved Puzzle
I Try To Put Pieces Together, But Never Succeed
The Whole Picture Is To Abstract To Comprehend
But Then I Feel Something That Relieves Me
The Warmth Of My Blood Inside
Then I Know I’m Still Alive
I Will See The Full Picture In Due Time
Sometimes i find emotions, and thoughts just race through my head, not knowing that to make of it, i decided to let it just come out onto paper
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
As Days Drift By Me
I Wonder If My Life Is Dying
Do I Still Have Direction
Is My Love Truly Pure
Are My Emotions Controlling Me
Or Is My Mind Playing Tricks On Me
I Wonder If I’m Doing The Right Things
Or Am I Just Going From Day To Day
Remembering The Times I Aimed For My Dreams
Now They Seem So Far Out Of Reach
Numbness Feels Like It’s Only Part Of Me
Darkness Is A Word I Would Use To Describe This
I Cry Out For Something To Change This
Is There Anyone That Can Save Me
Or Am I Just Needing To Face My Destiny
And Force Myself Into Thriving
With Help Or With Out It
I Will Push To Break This Mind Set
After watching the movie Basketball Diaries, which is about a kid that got so messed up with drugs and after cleaning up went on to writing about his struggles through poetry. I felt inspired to write down my personal struggle, it may not be any good, but it was inspired and came out all at once, just how it is written, i didn’t edit it after, it seemed pure in its ruggedness
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in My Poetry / 0 Comments
Hearts Thumping
Emotions Weakening
Heads Whirling
Intellect’s Plummeting
Breath’s Racing
Life’s Failing
Palms Dampening
But Love Carries Me
This was the first time I ever wrote a poem, so I hope it’s alright. I think it’s a fair reflection of me. I was inspired to write poetry by someone very close to me, and i’ve been writing ever since, although its only a few days ago, its be very therapeutic, it made it easy to express myself.
Posted December 22, 2009 by Michael @ Knowledge Lost in Writing / 0 Comments
I’ve found that I can become easily distracted and my writing will suffer for it. I’ve been trying to find ways to keep focus on my writing, and I think I’ve found the simplest cost effective way to do this.
Simple; One Pen and One Notepad, been carried with me at all time helps me write stuff done when I think of them and makes it harder to get rid of things I write.
You see with my writing I kept deleting and trying to re-write something that it will come out perfect. But problem with that is I lose focus on the original idea and possibly delete some material that could be used later.
Not everything I write is actually contributing to a story, a poem or something like that, I’ve been writing things to ponder, words that stick out to me and sometimes emotions. But I won’t hold back from the pages of my notepad to the pages of my blog.
Permanent reminders.
